....the Dutchman lazes near his fire in the Superstitions soaking up the sunset and thinking about that little redhaired girl with the fat butt at the bar. Tomorrow he'll roll around in the dirt a little, and then dig up his bag of ore that he highgraded from the Vulture.

By nightfall he'll be livin' high and partyin' hard......everyone should have an imaginary gold mine he muses as he reaches for the bottle........

one of the most difficult things to do in this business is deciding which way to jump. That is, deciding where to go.

So based on conditions and best educated guesses you pick a spot. Then you go to your appointed location and stand around second guessing yourself until it happens or not. Its a function of the human condition to start concluding that the grass is greener somewhere else. In this case I was pacing around in the fog, dead sure that the weather was breaking up somewhere else.

Why would I feel that way? Why not? It sure wasn't happening here. But then the voice of reason started to compete with the swelling panic rising like bile in my throat that I would manage to waste another opportunity and screw yet another pooch. And so, after waging a complete Shakespearian drama in head (complete with the ghost sequences), I stayed, eventually shooting one of the great sequences of my career...